Flames surged and ascended.
The scorching gale was laden with a large amount of dust and debris, scattering in the air along with a tinge of blood.
On the plaza outside the outpatient building, figures in disarray were dodging the rain-like remnants of limbs and torsos, pale-faced.
At the very back, Tong Hua, gasping for breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling like she had never been as exhausted as a dog before... Ji Jue, that bastard, had just tossed a roll of records at her without even moving his mouth, and it was she herself who had ended up running her legs off.
The entire way, she carried the bomb he gave her, feeling scared out of her wits, installing them everywhere was bad enough, then there were the gas and oxygen valves and various dust dispensing devices... all manually operated by her.
